Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Barbarus, northern mountains, old stronghold.

Now.

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The conference room that was originally simple and minimally decorated has now become gorgeous. Although there is no decoration, just the man sitting casually in the middle of the room has made this simple conference room splendid.

The man was wearing a white robe, and the gold threads carefully outlined those exquisite and prosperous patterns. However, if you look at it from a distance, you can't see any traces of gold threads on it. You can only see the white robe sparkling. The ground sparkles with golden light.

Countless senior generals crowded around the conference room, but no one dared to get close to this man. Just looked at him with respect and awe.

The man was just sitting there, his eyes were full of kindness and sorrow, but at the same time they were stern and murderous. The long black silk was casually draped, but it looked like the roots that a sculptor had spent his whole life carefully carving out. Root black hair.

The man's golden eyes seemed to penetrate the four walls of the room, penetrate thousands of distances, and pierce the highest mountain top in the distance.

Still not working?

The man who was as motionless as a green tree suddenly took action. He reached out and grasped the knife in the scabbard at his waist.

+pass——

etc? !

Barbarus, northern mountain range, alien lord Nakre's territory, top of the mountain.

at the same time.

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Hades's vision was blurred, and large blocks of black and green filled his vision.

At the very edge of his consciousness, where he was about to fall off the cliff, Hades saw Mortarion's shaky figure finally collapse under the weight of psychic energy and poisonous gas, and one knee hit the ground.

no no.

This shouldn't be the case.

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Then Hades fell into the black hole of consciousness.

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When Hades's last bit of autonomous consciousness disappeared, the huge consciousness of survival before death and the great unwillingness before coma caused the black realm that had been compressed to the extreme by the subconscious to explode in an instant!

Before this, Hades's black domain could not be expanded to its limit because his body was not strong enough. If it was forcibly expanded, it would cause the body to collapse.

But now, the dying body subconsciously chooses to give it a try!

——This is a huge silent explosion——

The huge spherical black domain suddenly enveloped the entire mountain. Different from the thin light black after the expansion in the past, the black domain at this time was the ultimate pure black, as if not a trace of light could escape its scope, and it mercilessly swallowed everything. everything!

The alien lord Nacre instantly knelt down on his knees, and his skin began to spurt out blood, like a ripe tomato that had been crushed. Its eyes protruded, and the left hand that originally held the sickle disappeared. He let go of the scythe and scratched his chest like crazy.

Mortarion, who was opposite it, also trembled violently and hugged the scythe tightly with both hands. His seven orifices also began to spurt blood, and blood slowly overflowed from his mouth.

The silent black domain suppression seemed to last for a long time, but it seemed to only last for a moment.

When the black area begins to recede slowly like the ebbing sea water, the pure black area is slowly becoming transparent——

Mortarion, whose whole body was corroded by poisonous gas and had begun to rot and lose flesh, held on to his scythe and stood up in an incredible posture.

His face was covered with blood foam after being corroded by poisonous gas, and his consciousness was attacked by the black domain, hanging precariously on the cliff wall.

Mortarion felt as if he was clinging to the cliff of consciousness with his fingernails to prevent him from passing out immediately.

Mortarion limped and rubbed on the ground. He walked up to Naklay who was kneeling on the ground, scratching and vomiting blood.

He raised his scythe.

Nacre seemed to be waking up from a big dream, with his mouth wide open, looking up at the shadow of death that had enveloped him.

No no no no!

Mortarion smiled.

The sickle falls.

The ridiculous head slid down.

Seeing the alien head he once hated so much finally fall to the ground, Mortarion could no longer hold on and knelt down on the spot.

With trembling hands, he raised his father's head until it was level with his own head.

"I finally killed you, father."

He smiled happily, but the face exposed by the poisonous gas-corroded bones couldn't quite make a smile.

Then he used his last bit of strength to look in Hades' direction.

"Sorry, thank you."

"boom!"

The tall figure of the Primarch also fell.

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At the moment when the original body fell, and when the black domain completely subsided, a dazzling golden light also shone on the top of the mountain.

The poisonous gas surrounding the top of the mountain was instantly dispelled by the golden light.

A tall and majestic figure slowly stepped out of the golden light. The emperor was dressed in his gorgeous golden armor. On the gorgeously carved armor, huge and microscopic patterns kissed the lord of mankind.

The jet black and smooth hair, with the golden olive leaf hair ring perched on it, seems to have been just picked from the top of the tree in the morning, delicate but tough.

The Lord of Mankind walked slowly to Mortarion's side. He knelt down on one knee and held his poor, miserable, and deplorable heir in his arms.

He stood up, while Mortarion, covered in tatters, leaned unconsciously against the Lord of Mankind.

A group of Imperial Guards and Sisters of Silence also stepped out of the golden light behind the Emperor in order.

The Imperial Guards were dressed in gorgeous golden power armor, and the towering red threads on their heads danced proudly as their master walked, as if their standing here was the greatest kindness to this dirty planet.

The Sisters of Silence wore dark grey armor of vows. Each sister moved in the same way. The uniform armor made a unified clanging sound as the Sisters of Silence walked.

The Sister of Silence and the Imperial Guards walked quickly to Hades' position.

The Sister of Silence squatted down, closed her eyes, and held her breath.

Then, as if she had received an answer, she stood up and made a complex gesture with her hands.

When they became Sisters of Silence, the Emperor's left hands swore not to speak unless necessary. In order to replace language, they would use a dazzling sign language.

"My Lord, it's an outsider."

The Imperial Guards' calm voice sounded, and he took out his halberd and pointed it at the dying Hades' head.

A short pause.

The Imperial Guards seemed to signal his master whether to eliminate this uncontrollable factor as before.

"No."

"Take him back for treatment."

There is only one chapter left, and the chapter of Barbarus is over!

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